It's just that the people in awe and wonder never imagined that the youngest warrior in their minds, the brave and heroic heroine who had just killed a powerful enemy, imagined the sunset slanting on the horse with a sword, but was actually being charged by someone at this moment. As limp as mud, charming as silk.
That soft whisper was so seductive.
After everything has settled, no one with a short eye will disturb them. Even if they don't practice double cultivation, the young man and woman can vent their joy to their heart's content.
The two of them walked hand in hand down the mountain and returned to the guest house. They found that the spirit tribe was holding a grand ceremony at the moment. There were not even any maids. Everyone was participating in the sacrifice on the holy mountain. The two of them looked at each other, and their hearts filled with passion. They hugged each other and started chewing each other almost as soon as they entered the door. Zhao Changhe kicked the door shut, picked up the heroine, jumped up and threw her on the bed, and quickly rolled into a ball. .
"Sister, you are still injured, I want to help you practice both..."
"Double cultivation is not allowed in the first wave, I want you to devote yourself to..."
"As ordered." The red dress peeled off and was thrown casually at the end of the bed. Neither of them noticed that there was a spirit there. The red dress covered her body, passed through it again, and landed at the foot of the bed.
"Who is this!" The blind man pinched his head speechlessly, wondering if he had chosen the wrong person.
You fucking just got the Book of Heaven!
Ask any warrior in the world, what will they do as soon as they have free time after they have just obtained the Heavenly Book?
Who doesn’t delve into the Book of Heaven?
What's more, you still have a prisoner in the imperial realm. Even if you don't delve into the heavenly book, you should still torture the prisoner to learn the ancient information, or learn from his immortal blood demon body. This thing is obviously consistent with your blood asura body. As long as you're not blind, you know it's valuable, okay?
What are you doing? Do you plan to create some beauty materials for the new page of Heavenly Book to catch the wind and wash away the dust?
The blind man shut himself up in anger.
So it’s normal to say that the broadcast of The Book of Troubled Times has some personal emotions...
But having said that, even if personal emotions are not mixed in, this broadcast can only be like this... The secret realm and ancient gods and demons themselves are outside the broadcast of the Book of Troubled Times.
In addition to Zhao Changhe, who was transformed into a passerby, Sisi also made a sneak attack in the battle of "Falling off a cliff in an uncertain time", and this was also a first-level secret at a young age, but she also didn't even have a name. None of them have appeared, and they have never been on the Hidden Dragon List.
If it weren't for the fact that the death of an important person like Shi Wuding couldn't be silent and had to be reported, otherwise the whole thing would probably be buried in the smoke and dust of the secret realm.
Sisi, who didn't even have a name in the outside world, was at the peak of her life at this moment.
Previously, everyone worshiped the blood moon on the top of the mountain. This place was originally the location of their temple square. After the dust settled, Sisi entered the temple surrounded by thousands of people. Several clan elders who had not stood on the opposite side knelt tremblingly in front of the steps, using their bodies to form steps to ascend the throne.
Sisi stepped on their backs and walked up. She felt that the feeling was not very good. She was unstable and looked like she might fall down at any time... But psychologically, it was an unparalleled experience. It felt like trampling on all living beings.
The Ling tribe is much more barbaric than the Xia people. On the surface, they seem to have no rules and regulations in getting along with each other. Their hierarchy in such important matters is extremely outrageous. There are even more barbaric things. For example, the previous captives may have to be sacrificed alive. See what Sisi thinks.
Sisi didn't think about that. She slowly climbed up the stairs and looked at the throne in front of her. She didn't know where her mind was going...
As a maid, if he wants me to do this...
Um……
Sitting on the throne in a trance, there was already a pious chorus below: "Please crown the saint."
To be crowned, to be king.
It’s just that the Ancient Spirit Clan is not called a king, but only a clan leader, and the power and position are not as exaggerated as a king. The old councils of each clan have greater weight, and the clan leader is not hereditary. Generally, the most virtuous and respected person is elected by each tribe.
But the nature of this moment makes it very easy for Sisi to centralize power and become king. The clan does not even have the concept of forming such a system. She has a completely blank sheet of paper to reform.
Zhao Changhe's brain circuit has not yet turned here, and he is still supporting a saint in his mind. Sisi herself knew very well what this trend would create. Even if she didn't say anything, the young people who had previously been on her side would not be satisfied with her being just a saint.
If you are just a saint, how can we be a clan leader? Are you still waiting for seniority ranking? We are rebelling against you with our heads in our waistbands, for no apparent reason.
So it is destined to be impossible to be just a saint... If Zhao Changhe is present, he will also know that the queen is about to appear.
Sisi looked at the laurel wreaths held by everyone kneeling in front of her, and her expression became more and more dazed.
The Ancient Spirit Clan also had a clan leader before, but the previous clan leader was exterminated by the Duo Luo clan... From now on, there will be no clan leader, and only the elders will rule separately, which means that the forbidden land is the king.
In that battle to conquer the forbidden land, the patriarch gathered a group of the most powerful wizards and cast a great curse on Venerable Doro for seventy-seven and forty-nine days. In the end, it had no effect at all. All the great wizards who participated in the curse Died by backlash.
Among them was Sisi’s father.
Sisi's father is not the clan leader, and fortunately he is not the clan leader. The clan leader must be exterminated, but Sisi can still live a normal life under the protection of some of her father's relatives and friends and the clansmen who respect heroes. Her status is not low, she can give advice and be a stabbing director.
It is precisely because of this painful lesson that others are more and more in awe of the "wrath of the ancestors", but Sisi feels that this is not the case at all. She no longer trusted the witchcraft of her clan, and decided to leave the mountain and go to Daxia to steal martial arts.
It originated from this, and finally turned into the laurel crown in front of me.
She slowly raised it and put it on. The bead curtain hanging down her face obscured her stunning face. Listening to her own voice, it seemed a little more ethereal: "Kingdom is a divine right. Before the Holy Envoy spoke, I am still a saint for the time being... But the system of our clan must be changed. According to what we have seen when we enter the Miao territory, the Black Miao want to be king, and the system can be used as a reference. You can make a draft first and have it reviewed by the Holy Envoy... "
Sisi didn't know if she liked being the queen, but suddenly she thought, maybe he liked it? I don’t know how he would behave when a queen kneels in front of him as a maid...
He and his sister-in-law must be practicing dual cultivation now...
Under the bead curtain, the charming eyes gradually became as silky as silk.
The people of the Spirit tribe who were kneeling in worship below would never have thought that their queen would have a fever while sitting on the throne on the first day of her coronation.
No... Sisi felt like she really had a fever. How could she feel so good?
Pain...pain transfer Gu?
Sisi was dumbfounded. She had never used it before. This voodoo could not only transfer pain? Anything else?
But this is a man’s experience. Is it really like this? It seems to be just average.
"Saint, saint?" A cautious voice came from below.
"Oh." Sisi coughed twice and folded her legs without leaving any trace: "The first issue... The great elder has been burned to death. What should we do with the rest of the rebels who have relied on the forbidden area to bully the tribe?"
The atmosphere was instantly chilly.
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The festivals of the Eldar, the establishment of rules for the new regime, the handling of the old forces, and the plans outside the secret realm, there were so many things going on. They lasted from noon to sunset, and many projects could only be introduced first. discussion.
No matter how many things you have to do, you can't go without eating, especially when there is a holy messenger. You can't leave the holy messenger there to play by himself, even though he just wants to play by himself...
The people of the Ling tribe were killing cattle and sheep and preparing for a big banquet. It was only at this moment that Sisi, who had been busy all day, had a high-sounding reason: I must invite him personally.
Of course, no one could refute it. The little enchantress carried a floor-length dress and two caring little maids, and ran away to the foot bath room last night.
That's too much. Why is that feeling still there from noon to now? How many hours can you do this?
It's impossible, right? Is there something wrong with this Gu?
When they arrived at the guest house, there was indeed a faint sound that made people blush. Sisi looked up at the stars in the sky in disbelief, and everyone was dumbfounded.
I never thought you were so fierce before! Didn't you just come out when I messed with my little feet?
After such a long time, are you sure that sister-in-law will not become dehydrated? Uh no...
You are obviously still wounded, why don't you do this!
Sisi knocked on the door sadly and angrily: "Invite the Holy Envoy to the banquet."
Yue Hongling's lazy voice came from inside: "Waiting outside, how long did you use your feet in the early morning, and how long do you stand on your feet now? Don't think I don't know."
Sisi is so sad and angry. You asked me to stand at the door and listen to the corner. I am already addicted, right?
She rolled her eyes and said to the little maid: "Bring me my jade flute."
The little maid hurriedly handed over a green jade flute.
The saint was very talented in her early years, but I haven’t seen her play music or sing in these years. Is she finally feeling better now...
The sound of the flute echoed leisurely, and Zhao Changhe inside stopped his movements with a strange expression. He would rather not have such knowledge of music theory to know which piece of music was the best.
Sisi probably didn't know the meaning. What she expressed was true, but it sounded different to Zhao Changhe's ears...
The little maids are asking: "Holy girl, what kind of music is this? Did you learn it from the Xia people? I haven't heard it before..."
"Does it sound good?"
"That sounds nice, what's your name?"
Inside, Yue Hongling was also panting and asked: "What kind of music is this goblin playing? Why can't you move..."
Not only did it stop moving, it almost softened.
Everyone inside and outside the house responded at the same time: "This is "Feng Qiu Huang"."
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